i hate you for not taking care of yourself
i hate you for making me worry
i hate you for that threatening statement which your health was at sake
i hate you for buying me ice-cream though i was the one who started the tiff

and i know you hate me for having stupid thoughts, i hate myself too.

i suck.

why are the most pleasant stuffs called dreams,
recall that outsiders' poem from gone with the wind; nothing gold can stay.